Dirty (A Damaged Romance Duet Book 1)

by Michelle Horst

  I walk over to her and taking hold of her arm, I pull her to my chest. I have an overwhelming need to comfort her. I hate seeing her upset.

  Suddenly we hear yelling, as Maddie and Christopher walk into the clearing.

  Taking River’s hand, I pull her to the side and out of the line of fire.

  “You looked at her!” Maddie yells angrily.

  I have to swallow the smile back, when Christopher shakes his head, clearly at a loss. I pity the man.

  “You’re not my wife, Woman! Ever heard of looking at the menu as long as you eat at home?”

  Suddenly, Maddie and Christopher shouts together, “Gotcha!”

  They start to laugh until they’re leaning on each other to stay on their feet.

  “Fuckers,” Adam snaps.

  Laughter rumbles up my chest and then it explodes from me. I have to hold my stomach from all the laugher. When I finally gain control over it, I have to wipe a tear from the corner of my eye.

  I glance at River and my eyes freeze on her. She looks stunned as she stares at me with tears in her eyes. She reaches up to my face and traces my lips with a single finger.

  “That was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” she whispers. “You’re breathtaking when you laugh.”

  Christopher and Maddie come to stand by the group, and I’m surprised when Maddie says, “We couldn’t resist catchin’ y’all.”

  She hardly ever talks, especially if the other women are around.

  “Humpf!” Miss Ella snorts. “Playing games when you should be getting married. The food is going to spoil. Get on with it so we can eat.”

  “You can feed me any day,” Doc says playfully.

  “You’re fat enough,” she snaps at him, looking insulted that he’d even think of such a thing.

  We all start to laugh until Adam raises a hand. “Let’s do this people.”

  We all gather around, while Christopher and Maddie go to stand in front of Adam.

  With a serious face, Adam says, “I expect you to call me pastor while I’m marrying you.”

  Christopher laughs, “We’re all going to hell.”

  Miss Ella gasps as she feigns shock. “Are you going to kiss your wife with that mouth?”

  He wags his eyebrows at Miss Ella but before he can say something, she glares at him. “Son, I’ll take you over my knee.”

  Adam laughs and shakes his head lightly.

  “Maddie,” she smiles widely, and I watch as Christopher takes her hand. “Do you really want this fucker as your husband? I mean, this shits for life. I’ll hold him back while you make a run for it.”

  Everyone starts to laugh again as Christopher playfully punches Adam.

  Through tears of laughter, Maddie says, “I’ll take him any way I can have him.”

  Adam looks at Christopher and he asks, “Will you take care of her, and always keep her safe? Cause I will beat your ass if you hurt her,” Adam says, and this time he’s serious.

  “I will.” Christopher looks to Maddie, and says, “I defend you with my dying breath.”

  “Kiss the poor man,” Doc calls out.

  She stands on her toes and kisses Christopher hard. Everyone starts to cheer as he swoops her up in his arms.

  The celebration carries on till late. This time there’s no fire to ruin anything. We all eat until we’re stuffed, and then we dance until the early hours of the morning.

  Even Miss Ella and Doc made peace for a short while, long enough to dance a few times.

  As soon as song would finish, Miss Ella would pick up right where she left off, fighting with Doc.

  I wake up to River’s hand slipping into my pants. She wraps her fingers tightly around my cock, and starts to stroke me.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” I growl as I roll onto her. She’s learned to come to bed naked. It saves me from having to rip the clothes from her body.

  I push myself up and then kiss my way down her body.

  When I reach her pussy, she grabs for my hair.

  I don’t stop, and separate her folds. I lick her in one long stroke. She grabs at me with both her hands, and when I push my tongue into her, she gives up trying to stop me.

  I glance up at her and watch as she grabs at the covers, instead, while throwing her head back.

  I suck at her clit and then scrape my teeth over her. It draws a cry from her as she arches her back off the bed.

  I keep thrusting my tongue inside of her until her hips start to jerk, and her pussy rides my face.

  I’m not done with her, and I crawl up her trembling body. I press my mouth to hers and slip my tongue into her mouth.

  Her breath rushes into me, and I greedily take them. She’s become the air I breathe. My hunger for this woman is insatiable.

  I bring my hands to her breasts, reveling in the softness of her flesh in my hands. I love how she trembles under my touch.

  Lacing my fingers with hers, I pin her hands above her head. Her eyes flare with excitement because she knows I’m about to fuck her hard.

  “Lace your fingers,” I growl.

  She does as I command, knowing I’ll reward her well.

  My eyes devour her as she’s stretched out beneath me, naked and utterly fuckable.

  “Perfect,” I breathe.

  I position my cock at her swollen entrance, and I plunge inside of her, wanting to be buried balls deep.

  I take what I want with every hard thrust.

  She turns her face into my shoulder. My hand slides into her hair, and I pull her face away from my arm. I press my mouth hard against hers, kissing her with all the greedy need I feel surging through my body.

  “Feel how fucking hard I am for you?” I growl against her mouth.

  She whimpers as I start to fuck her. I don’t stop until she’s crying out and her pussy is milking my cock.

  “Only you can make me hard.” My words make her shudder beneath me. I press a hard kiss to her mouth. “Only you can make me come.”

  She grabs hold of my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin. Her legs fall to the sides, opening as wide as she can for me.

  I keep the punishing pace until she screams my name.

  “Jack! Fuck. Please.” I love hearing her beg.

  I growl and the little self-control I had, shatters. I slam into her, making her body move with each powerful thrust.

  Warmth fills every part of my body, flooding all the dark corners … until there’s only her.

  Our bodies start to move in perfect sync, and then we become one as we find our release. I spill my seed inside of her, her body trembling beneath mine.

  “I love fucking you,” I say breathlessly. “I love feeling you tremble. I love coming for you.”

  “I love being fucked by you.” She reaches up and presses a kiss to my jaw. “I love you,” she whispers.

  I start to move slowly in and out of her, just relishing in the feel of our bodies being joined together. I press my mouth to hers.

  “This is the part I love most,” I admit. “You never make me feel like I’m just a fuck.” I pull away and look into her eyes. “You make me whole.”

  She wraps her arms around me, and starts to caress my back.

  “Remind me later to tell you how much I love you.”

  She smiles through her tears, and it’s a fucking beautiful sight.

  FILTHY – Adam and Sophia’s story.

  Fractured. Unwanted. Filthy.

  I'm only good for sex. That’s what I've been trained for my whole life. I'm a puppet. I only know how to be your perfect fantasy. It’s the only life I’ve ever known … until him.

  I’ve been replaced, discarded like trash. Beaten, damaged, treated like an animal, I’m forced to leave the only home I’ve ever known.

  With a warped perception of what life is really like, no dignity, and no one to call my own, I’m on the verge of giving up.

  But then he saves me. For the first time in my life I’m given a choice. I can stay and have a purpose again, or
I can leave and face the unknown on my own.

  I choose to stay. I choose to belong. I choose to become something more than damaged goods.

  Hope. It’s the one thing that kept me going. At first I hoped that I would be the perfect slave, but now I hope to be the perfect woman. He’s my damaged hero.

  I want him to see me. The woman. The survivor.

  He gives me strength. But all I want is his heart.

  Sophia~

  (Nineteen years old…)

  You become the life you’re given to live.

  Your surroundings consume you until it seeps deep into your bones. It’s in the blood pumping through your veins. It’s in the air you breathe.

  You can’t long for something you’ve never had. You can’t crave something you know nothing of. They remain just words you’ve heard someone say.

  Empty words.

  Freedom. Hope. Love. Happiness.

  All empty words with no meaning.

  It’s been ten years since Momma died. I was allowed to stay with her until she took her last breath, then I had to join the other slaves. Those are the rules. The same thing happened to Jack. When his mother died a few years before mine, he had to start earning his place in the house.

  The other slaves will turn on you in a heartbeat. You’re not allowed to talk to the staff, or to a Master or Mistress. I can only talk to Jack, even if he never talks back.

  Death, it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. You can’t ignore it if you’re surrounded by it. There’s always someone dying, another slave beaten to death.

  Slaves keep coming and going. That’s just the way it is, always has been, and always will be.

  What’s on the other side of this life? Is it the same as here? Will I get a good Master or Mistress if I die?

  There’s no one I can ask.

  I stand by the window in one of the many rooms of the mansion. I dust the bars while staring outside. The garden is beautiful. Jack keeps it neat.

  He’s the only slave that’s allowed to go outside. The rest of us have to stay inside. We’re only allowed to move around the house when we’re cleaning, or being taken to satisfy a Master or Mistress. Otherwise, we’re to stay in the building we all share.

  The only time we get to be outside is when we’re coming to the house, or returning to the building.

  “Sophia!” Rosa shrieks, and then something slams hard against the side of my head.

  Losing my balance, I slam into the window. The force of my body hitting the window makes the glass shudder, and for a moment I fear that it will break. My shoulder knocks into the side of the wall, and an ache spreads from down my arm.

  “Grab that one!” Tiffany hisses, and my head snaps up.

  She’s worse than any Master or Mistress I’ve ever had. She’s very jealous, and if she feels you’ve cheated her out of a Master or Mistress, then she’ll kill you. I’ve seen it happen before.

  She’s tall and in her late twenties. She’s one of the oldest slaves and the only reason she’s still alive, is because she gives the best blowjobs. I’ve heard Master Sven say so.

  She towers over me, her face all scrunched up with anger.

  “I haven’t done anything,” I plead with her.

  I should know by now that pleading with her doesn’t help. She’s killed before and because of that everyone fears her.

  No one stops her, saying it’s survival of the fittest. If you can survive her, then you’re strong enough to be a slave.

  Tiffany leans forward and sneers at me, “Master David is mine, bitch. I hear you were with him last night.”

  I frown, not understanding.

  “I was taken to him. I was just doing my duties.”

  Her face contorts, and her lips pull down. “He’s mine. I won’t let you replace me.”

  My whole body goes cold. I haven’t felt fear in a long while. I used to feel fear right at the beginning, when they started training me. I remember being scared the first night I had sex, frightened that Master Sven wouldn’t be satisfied.

  But, that was a different kind of fear. All I had to do was lie still and let him fuck me. After a while the fear disappeared, and it started to get easier.

  This fear is raw, scratching at my chest and at the back of my neck. I saw what she did to Lydia.

  Being a sex slave only hurts for a short while. As soon as you accept your life, the pain goes away. You live to make people happy. You still have a purpose.

  But, if I die? What then?

  I can’t die until I know what’s waiting on the other side.

  I try to duck to the side, but Tiffany grabs hold of my hair and yanks me back. There’s a hard blow to my jaw and it makes the world go black for a moment. A sharp ache spreads up the side of my face, until I can hear my heart thumping loudly in my ear.

  Someone grabs hold of the back of my neck, and I’m shoved to the floor. My eyes dart up, just in time to see Master Sven grab Tiffany, and then she’s shoved down in front of me. We’re both kneeling at Master Sven’s feet. I try my best to stop the trembling, and to keep perfectly still.

  Master Sven’s fingers dig into my aching jaw and he shoves my head back. His dark eyes are sharp as he inspects my face.

  “Fuck, he’s gonna be pissed. You had to go for the face. Stupid bitch.”

  He shoves me back and I fall flat on my ass. As he yanks Tiffany to her feet, my eyes grow huge.

  “What’s going on here?” I hear Master Cameron snap. I scramble to get to my knees, quickly lowering my eyes to the floor.

  “She bruised Sophia’s face. Master Lowery has booked Sophia for the evening. This will upset him.”

  A hand rests on my head.

  “Look at me,” Master Cameron hisses.

  I quickly lift my face, but I don’t dare look him in the eyes. That will displease him.

  His thumb brushes gently over my jaw.

  “What a pity. That’s going to leave an ugly bruise.”

  Master Cameron comes to stand right next to me and he drags his fingers through my hair.

  “What are we going to do with you?”

  My heart starts to pound heavily again. If they think I’m too ugly to satisfy Master Lowery, then they’ll kill me. I don’t want to die.

  I scoot closer to Master Cameron’s leg, hoping he’ll accept my submission. He keeps brushing his fingers through my hair, and for a moment the room is quiet.

  Suddenly, his fingers tighten in my hair, and he yanks me painfully to my feet. A loud whimper escapes my mouth and I immediately bite down on my bottom lip to keep another from slipping out.

  Master Cameron keeps my body close to his as his eyes slowly run over my face.

  “We can’t disappoint a Master,” he says softly and I nod quickly.

  “He favors you,” he whispers again.

  I know this. Master Lowery is kind and he loves to play games. He always asks for me.

  Master Cameron looks at Tiffany and he shakes his head lightly. He holds his left hand out to Master Sven. “Give me the gun.”

  My throat dries right up, and a desperate whimper lodges in my throat, making my tongue feel thick with fear.

  My breaths rush faster and faster as I watch Master Cameron take the gun from Master Sven.

  Master Cameron lets go of my hair and takes my right hand. He brings it to the gun, and keeping his hand on mine, he forces my fingers to curl around the cold metal.

  “Make her kneel,” he barks at Master Sven.

  I watch as Master Sven shoves Tiffany to the floor, and then Master Cameron yanks me forward, until the gun is pressing hard into Tiffany’s head.

  “Pull the trigger and you will be forgiven for getting your face bruised.”

  I take a sharp breath. I don’t want to kill anyone.

  Master Cameron takes a step closer to me, until I can feel his hot breath stir in the side of my head.

  “If you don’t kill her, I’ll have her kill you. It’s survival of the fittest. You
know she will kill you. Do it!” I jump as his voice suddenly thunders through the room.

  I don’t want to die. I’m not ready.

  I’m scared as I close my eyes. I turn my face away from Tiffany. I feel Master Cameron’s finger pressing hard against mine and then loud bang explodes in the room. The gun jerks in my hand, and I shriek with fright.

  My eyes snap open. I blood, more blood than when Momma died. Tiffany is lying by my feet, her eyes wide open.

  I killed her.

  The thought is a whisper in the back of my mind, but then it starts to get louder and louder, until it’s nothing but screams bouncing around in my head.

  I killed her. I killed another person.

  To be continued….